(open) Rember the friends theat never surrender
Darkeye Dwartonarm
Cleric / Blacksmith

Age: 157 | Height: 160 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 5 - Strg: 25 - Dext: 22 - Endr: 29 - Luck: 19 - Int: 0
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Blackeye
Not the strongest win the battle —
He entered the bar with mixed feelings. He didn't know if it was deserted or not. But the dust showed that no one had been here for a long time. He built a fire in the fireplace and the heat rose in the halls. Then he went behind the bar and took a drink and drank to those who had fallen. He did not like everyone who had died. But they died for something they believed in. He drank to Wessex even if they didn't always get along. She was someone he respected. As for the others, the list would be too long to mention here. Darkeye cried again for a long time. This place made it hard to keep his composure. He wondered if he should burn this place down.
— the smartest do


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(open) Rember the friends theat never surrender - by Darkeye - 12-09-2022, 11:32 AM

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